User blog comment:Denrael Sabretooth/The Red Mist RPG (Rebooted)/@comment-4677325-20190810005855/@comment-4677325-20190810200717

As Bluestripe walked down the hallway, Skipper and a few of his crew rushed past him, two of the otters carrying an unconscious dormouse, the gatekeeper that had greeted him and Willow. Blood was dripping from a significant wound on his head. Skipper growled wearily to Bluestripe as he passed.. “It never ends, mate...”